A Hole in the Plan
The blade of the shovel rang loudly as it hit rock again.
Solitude
Grace Under Fire
Grace raced to the emergency pull station on the other side of the room.
The Gypsy Tent
I wandered through the county fair
Herb’s Bad Week
Herb was delusional.
Emerald Fire
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her.
Martin Makes His Stand
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.